“The Chair recognizes Dolores Jane Umbridge, Senior Undersecretary to the Minister,” said Fudge. The witch spoke in a fluttery, girlish, high-pitched voice that took Harry aback; he had been expecting a croak. “I’m sure I must have misunderstood you, Professor Dumbledore,” she said with a simper that left her big, round eyes as cold as ever. “So silly of me. But it sounded for a teensy moment as though you were suggesting that the Ministry of Magic had ordered an attack on this boy!”
Ironic considering she’s the one that ordered the attack. Couldn’t keep her fat toad mouth shut.
